bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- butt plug I've just lost 15 minutes of my stupid life doing something so embarrassingly stupid, so you know i'm going to air it here. I recieved some gay email from some gay web page saying some gay thing about someone having a crush on me. Now, i am a tool. I also have the emotional intellect of a 12 year old girl. So OF COURSE you know i sat here typing in people's names and addresses, because the mofre you do, the more clues (clues, yeah, great.... all i know is that the 'person's' first name has 4 or fewer letters and their last name has 6 letters. And....um....i kinda whored a few of you out, you who read this sorry. i was trolling for email addresses and...i...uh....needed some....sorry. not a whole lot of you, just you know....three...i think...no...two. just two. both boys. and i would have possibly suspected you anyway, so mike and erik, sorry... OH! and to complicate matters, i did infact meet a boy on tuesday night...whose first name is 4 letters...and i uh, well...i can't remember his last name but whooo hoo! i got a phone number and he gave me his, but i was blind drunk, and he was tipsy too. which is maybe why he was interested(?) i dunno. anyway, moer about that late. i'm almost late for a meeting about a show i'm designing. You have to wonder about a job when an earnest questions is "now, do we actually *see* her dump the butt plugs out on the table, or can that just, you know....happen 'off stage'". ywp. butt plugs. and yeah, it hapens off stage, so....thanks jeff! butt plugs. pieface beth 6:46 p.m. - 2001-04-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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